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Jan 14, 2009 23:12

Who: Crowley and anyone else
What: Slightly lost demon wanders about in search of a flat.
When: probably after all the other
Where: the streets of Aternaville
Rating: PG-13 for language

( Canada was not actually exactly like Crowley remembered it. )

alice liddell, *status-complete

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a_curious_thing January 15 2009, 05:13:30 UTC

Alice did so wish the weather would be warm again. It almost made her miss the dreary wet pavement of London. A horrid thought, if she thought about it. London was simply not a place she wanted to miss. Home was a century and a life time ago for her now, and the bizarre and strange ruled her every day existence, which was why seeing a man ambling down the side streets of Aternaville in this blistering weather only made her bob her head politely and inquire of the stranger, "Are you lost?"

110downm25 January 15 2009, 05:20:48 UTC

There was a girl with an English accent asking him if he was lost. Crowley stared at her. Was he seeing things? Had he fallen into the nineteenth century? He was fairly sure that he had not actually dreamed going to Canada. Generally, when Crowley's dreams had stray people in them from the past, they were not little blonde girls in brightly colored dresses1. "I am, I'm afraid," he said. "You don't happen to, uh, know where I am, do you? Or have a map?"

1Except for his nightmares about The Sound of Music, which generally involved many, many little blonde girls in brightly colored dresses, but the accent was a bit off for one of those.

a_curious_thing January 15 2009, 05:25:27 UTC

"You're quite new, aren't you?" The words could have sounded creepy coming from anyone else, but from Alice they were light and pleasant-much like she wished the weather would be. "Where are you staying? Oh, but this is horribly rude of me, I'm Alice. And this--" she waved a hand in the air "--is Aternaville. A queer name for a town, but it fits quite well as you shall soon see, Mr..." She hesitated, hoping she wasn't over stepping a boundary.

110downm25 January 15 2009, 05:29:45 UTC

"New, yes. I'm staying at the hotel," he said. It was more than he would have said ordinarily, but he wouldn't be there long enough and she hardly seemed likely to be a demon. She was clearly too well adjusted to the way Earth worked. "Mr Anthony Crowley," he said, extending a hand. She had said queer and she had meant it. Definitely a dream. He wondered if he could have got into one of Aziraphale's. It somehow seemed more likely than this being real. Of course, considering what had happened recently-

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